navigators of the sky

navigators of the golden sky
daydreamed by us all
running and exultingly smiling
plowing it with your blue gaze

how great and vast are?
my horizons
blue lanterns
with white stains

how vast and great are?
our dreams
golden

through display cases of rural flowers
perspiring boiled air
are your graceful prairies
redden
inverting their colors
towards the most clear

passive storms
feathered lashings
the afternoon initiates

wetting you hair.

here is

here is
the place where i was born
between the earth’s scent and the ocean’s humidity

here is
my minute terrestrial story
transcending only a few years
of bitterness
for not given myself time to continue enjoying

here is
all the power classifying my being
renouncing to the rules:
of orthography
of aesthetics and balance
founded by order
founded by inspirations and religions
present at the blue altar

smiles pretending to understand human history
in love with itself
narcissistic

for not falling to our lowest capacities
we find ourselves at a corner the exit is there
staring at us
suggesting that we climb and navigate the blue sky…
brightened by blackened night lights
illuminated by light
reflecting the desire to exist

here is
the golden altar
blue lights
sunned yellowish

here is
all the power the carnal ignorance has consumed
throughout oblivions
and idled smiles
counter demonstrating
what is not
what we are not
who i want to be:
a farmer of blue souls
porting a starry cape
sweet cloyed
like skin
sweet as a the yellow light

here is
everything built and earned
counter demonstrating

blue light

i implore you to paint my face with lightso i can remember myself in the mirror.

smiling towards the desert

smiling
it is the last i ask of you before departing to the desert

today we find water
just imagine:
behaving strangely
drooling like a dog
groveling
on our dark skin once offered to the earth

it is like a divine forgetfulness
leaning out towards pending adventures
sprouting from thirstmy brother.

yesterday’s memories

yesterday’s memories
of childhood
staring
laying on the prairie
almost withered
of colors
and acute sweatiness

in the shadow
my sight is tilted at an angle
towards the blue
watching how the clouds walk and gallop on the wind
until being destroyed ahead by their destiny

and i remember drawing with my eyes
summit horizons
almost hills
not mountains
of altitude
galloping the clouds
on their skin
semi-arid…

i remember.

thru the window

if my thoughts would expand
feelings encountered in past epochs
would have paid all debts
of all those
buried feelings
inspiring to be reborn
and encounter themselves against indifference

we are nocturnal
drifting in latitudes
we have become nocturnal
all those passions
visibly emerging
emerging from hesitating memories
doubting the existent
not believing in the possibility

pondering at the sacred table
filling myself with prayers and pleas
my emotions are calm

when we open the window
and look at the sky
deep and filled with birds
freedom drawn in their smiles

i follow behind.

expanding wings

where has our human tragedy journeyed to?
of how much it has been calculated without doing anything?
fill up my provisions

from high above we find the desert
green illuminations deny the path

how much have we heard?
only in the past
learned and conjugated

we have decided to expand our wings
so we can descend with human pride
inexplicable conditions surround us
only here inside the maternal fire
and return to the past again
like any other book
as if there are no stains of elimination
of incapacitated characteristics

foreign cries
pleased to be painted blue
like the sky…
itinerant
fraternal sighs
when i see the green illumination across
crossing and shipwrecking
thru arid conditions
letting me pass by not being able to argue or comment on my future.

asking for pardon

sacred hands…
asking for pardon
pleading

yellowed dyes
sacred by its prayers
by its individual within blue blankets
asking for pardon

of the poor crippled
who does not have a heart
nor willingness to live
nor dream

in files we stand
triumphant believes
convincing our habits

but what we don’t know
is that everything is in vain
everything continues
for it has been written in the future

on continuation:
we continue asking for forgiveness
imploring a thousand times

maybe they are nervous?
my light
fervor
love and admiration…
have everyone come in a file
and have them bring love and light
to illuminate my appetite for life

among darken skies
galloping through foreign reminiscent afternoons
brought in platters of eternal hours and sighs
for skipping my recollections...
among the skies you are capturing a memory
which does not liquidate thru a personal debt
forever eternal the desire to see the blue sky.

thru the west

we embrace its announcement joyfully
when we awake
worried
eyes wide open at dawn
we look towards the east
hopping for another day to live and breathe once more.

among your eyes

more smiles they cannot take away
for seeing our blue sky reflected in your black eyes
landscapes of blue green with white curtains
and prairies of infinite air

here are my sighs
marking promises
for ever
when the afternoons die
upwards
will i incline my face to receive your sacred weeping?
and confirm my believes growing on my skin?
unforgettable roots and believes of being happy… seeing how you paint my eyes of reflected golden blues.

see up above

not once i have forgotten to look upwards
my blue sky…
you travel among green columns
you ought to forget us when passing by
and looking at myself looking at you from below…
with pride
you pass by navigatingnavigators of the blue sky! navigators of the blue sky!
listen to us…
our pleas
and take us so you can send us to new illusions
take us we want to be yours!

plea up above

pleading above towards the deep infinite
without touching with the fingers
nor with intellectual visions…
i have to imagine our dinner
to say good bye and depart like a dream
awaiting for us in the middle of a park
with blue flowers and hungry birds
i ought to go with courage
triumphs of my fears are asking me to fly
of the hunger i feel…
towards my material things

hereyou ought to stay.

thru the air

if it would desire
the blue sky to come
golden and smiling
yearning sighs
thru old memories
that occur during my daily trajectory

any how
we will be here
to see you up above
like balloons we want to fly
and breathe our waters
like being in the earth’s womb
again

like mud
in ashes we will terminate
looking at the sun
among the leaves
like drops of light

thru the air i am allowed to breathe.

with wings almost torn

again we come with our wings almost torn
to investigate those horizons
which were recited in the afternoon

at last we have come here
to resuscitate our actions
actions of the past
that will be in the present

feathered of the sky
navigators
eternal sighs
that we feel when we open our eyes
when we finish drinking water

in the afternoons
we would be screaming
so it won’t leave
for it to maintain static
just like we like it
just like we need it

with my wings almost torn
embracing festivities in this afternoon.

descending from the sky

i am done with everything that i have seen…
when descending from the green hills
looking at the sky

longing when laying down
looking up above
with my sight almost blinded…
from too much light

heat

and when descending
i drink the ravine water
embarking on stones
hugging the territorial grasses

we have descended from the sky for a moment
to experiment like humans
the blue gaze surrounds us
sentimental…
here
we are only a sigh

sigh

i yearn to travel again.

with our hands

in here we travel

all of us
in these alleys
of three stories

only the sky sees us
painted black…
and us
form too many pleads for light
at least for a couple of days

collectively we all throw casks
casks filled with white and blue paint to the floor
and with our hands
connected to our hearts
as one
we mix the paints
mimicking the sky from our memory…
so when it reacts
it would look itself at a mirror
and would remember its face once again.